*Dylan*
"So what do we do now?" Dylan asked his father.
Dylan's father looked towards a picture of him on the wall. It was a framed photograph of himself and his sister, Glen.
"You know, she kept her husband's name even though he left her a few years after their marriage. Knocked her off and just left. So, if I know your aunt pretty well, and I sure do, she won't turn back."
"If this Ralph guy didn't happen to have disappeared, you would know where to start looking, right?"
"Right." his father commented.
"But… What if he's back to enact some retribution." Dylan said, with a worried expression.
"Some retribution my foot. Even if he comes back, I'll make him disappear again. He has nothing to collect from my family. Rather, he's the one who should keep giving that pound of flesh."
